Sunday, February 27, 2005
Strategies For Flag Day
it was my first experience doing flag day for cip yesterday. i realised that flag day is the most enjoyable cip activity ever and it lets you earn the most hours with upmost ease if you get the hang of the strategies to adopt.
was forced to do flag day in the afternoon while most of my friends and classmates did in the morning because they were not band members. anyway, collected my tin at around 1.00 pm with some other bandsmen and went to have lunch first. after that we separated to get donations from the public.
at first i kind of hate doing it. people just walked passed and some were terrible. i feel like a terrorist because some people are purposely walking away from me, which i really wonder why, because i would not force them to donate if they don't want anyway. one mother in particular asked her daughters to "zhou kai yi dian, zhou kai yi dian!" which i distinctly heard her saying when she saw that i was trying to approach her for donations.
in the end i had more experience in it and starting planning and implementing my strategies.
i was too lazy to take the train to other places to collect funds. so i stayed at jurong east mrt station for the whole afternoon without going anywhere else. at that period of time there were tons of students doing flag day there for the SAME organisation. so i decided to adopt the "smile-and-ask" strategy.
i approached every single aunty walking past me at the open aread outside popular. however, you must be careful of those people that you apporoach. if that aunty is one who is walking very fast, FORGET it. there is 99.99999999% chances that she will never donate a single cent. or if that aunty has a "i-am-feeling-pissed" look on her face, i don't even try to apporoach here because she will most probably walked past me as if i was transparent or shove me away. and realised that i did not mention "uncles". yeay this is because not because i was sexist, but because i have the guard feeling that female will have a higher possibility of donating then males. and i was correct because more than half of the people who donated were female. but surprisingly many YOUNG COUPLES donated too. at first they walked past me, but after that they took out their wallets to take out some coins and walked back to me to donate them.
standing at the bottom of a escalator will be the perfect place to get more donations. i stood at the bottom of the escalator leading from the mrt platform and got half the can filled in about an hour. you must hold the can and stand there and stare at those people that are coming down from the escalator when they were still near the top of the escalator. then they will automatically take out their wallets to get some coins to donate. it is really magical, don't know why staring and smiling at people at the top of the escalator will actually cause them to turn so generous to donate. and as i was standing at the bottom of the escalator, it will give them taking-out-wallet-to-get-money allowance time while they were coming down from the escalator and almost conveniently slot in the coin and get their sticker.
standing outside a crowded shop helps too because there is a high possibility that customers get coins as change and will also conveniently donate them to you. yar of course with the help of the staring and smiling startegy, which is a really magical thing.
so with these strategies i managed to get about 3/4 of the tin filled after two hours. for the remaining time i went to the ice-skating ring at JEC with zhong xiao as we both wanted more cip hours =P. and we were lucky there was coincidentally a hockey match going on at the ring and we could entertain ourselves for the remaining hour =).
fast-and-easy ways to get donations during flag day in a nutshell:
1)approach every single "not walking too fast" and "i-am-in-a-good-mood faced" aunty
2)stand at the bottom of a escalator
3)staring and smiling at people
4)standing outside a crowded shop such as popular and NTUC
actually wanted to join the second flag day to get even more cip hours =P and to test these strategies again but there was band camp on that day.
so well everyone do test and try out whether these strategies really work! =)
then you can slack for the remaining hours and also obtain a decently filled can =)! YEAY!
was forced to do flag day in the afternoon while most of my friends and classmates did in the morning because they were not band members. anyway, collected my tin at around 1.00 pm with some other bandsmen and went to have lunch first. after that we separated to get donations from the public.
at first i kind of hate doing it. people just walked passed and some were terrible. i feel like a terrorist because some people are purposely walking away from me, which i really wonder why, because i would not force them to donate if they don't want anyway. one mother in particular asked her daughters to "zhou kai yi dian, zhou kai yi dian!" which i distinctly heard her saying when she saw that i was trying to approach her for donations.
in the end i had more experience in it and starting planning and implementing my strategies.
i was too lazy to take the train to other places to collect funds. so i stayed at jurong east mrt station for the whole afternoon without going anywhere else. at that period of time there were tons of students doing flag day there for the SAME organisation. so i decided to adopt the "smile-and-ask" strategy.
i approached every single aunty walking past me at the open aread outside popular. however, you must be careful of those people that you apporoach. if that aunty is one who is walking very fast, FORGET it. there is 99.99999999% chances that she will never donate a single cent. or if that aunty has a "i-am-feeling-pissed" look on her face, i don't even try to apporoach here because she will most probably walked past me as if i was transparent or shove me away. and realised that i did not mention "uncles". yeay this is because not because i was sexist, but because i have the guard feeling that female will have a higher possibility of donating then males. and i was correct because more than half of the people who donated were female. but surprisingly many YOUNG COUPLES donated too. at first they walked past me, but after that they took out their wallets to take out some coins and walked back to me to donate them.
standing at the bottom of a escalator will be the perfect place to get more donations. i stood at the bottom of the escalator leading from the mrt platform and got half the can filled in about an hour. you must hold the can and stand there and stare at those people that are coming down from the escalator when they were still near the top of the escalator. then they will automatically take out their wallets to get some coins to donate. it is really magical, don't know why staring and smiling at people at the top of the escalator will actually cause them to turn so generous to donate. and as i was standing at the bottom of the escalator, it will give them taking-out-wallet-to-get-money allowance time while they were coming down from the escalator and almost conveniently slot in the coin and get their sticker.
standing outside a crowded shop helps too because there is a high possibility that customers get coins as change and will also conveniently donate them to you. yar of course with the help of the staring and smiling startegy, which is a really magical thing.
so with these strategies i managed to get about 3/4 of the tin filled after two hours. for the remaining time i went to the ice-skating ring at JEC with zhong xiao as we both wanted more cip hours =P. and we were lucky there was coincidentally a hockey match going on at the ring and we could entertain ourselves for the remaining hour =).
fast-and-easy ways to get donations during flag day in a nutshell:
1)approach every single "not walking too fast" and "i-am-in-a-good-mood faced" aunty
2)stand at the bottom of a escalator
3)staring and smiling at people
4)standing outside a crowded shop such as popular and NTUC
actually wanted to join the second flag day to get even more cip hours =P and to test these strategies again but there was band camp on that day.
so well everyone do test and try out whether these strategies really work! =)
then you can slack for the remaining hours and also obtain a decently filled can =)! YEAY!
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Confused.
i feel so terrible now.
first of all, i feel terrible because i called liyuan KS (kiasu) last year, because he kept doing homework in class WHOLE DAY. and i had commited a grave mistake because not long after that almost the entire class starting to call him KS.
secondly, i feel terrible because i called qiuju KS (kiasu). please don't take it to heart, i only meant it as a casual remark because she also do homework like (almost) whole day.
i feel that it was terribly horrendously evil and bad of me to call them that, because the correct word should be diligent, not kiasu. and i feel that i am the most kiasu person on earth because i say that they are kiasu, which implies that i am not happy with them being so diligent and i wanted to compete with them in diligent-ness and so i call them kiasu, but the real kiasu person is myself.
thirdly, for being very insensitive. most of the time i will SAY IT ALL I WANT, in fact since primary school i have always been like that. i remember in secondary two when we got back science results, i asked one of my classmate, peckyan, what marks she had gotten. she said that she didn't want to divulge. then i said "aiyah, never mind lah...low or high no matter what JUST say..." it was such a unintentionally hurtful sentence i think she cried and kind of hate me after that. actually i have had no evil intentions at all. i am just trying to pacify her not to see marks so highly and no matter whether it is low or high, it does not matter a lot. however, i feel that i am partly insentive and caused me to be misunderstood.
fourthly, because i knew that i am quite insensitive, i didn't know whether i should talk to a person or not in order for me not to be misunderstood. that is when i started asking people whether they are pissed, sad or in a bad mood. after which i will refrain talking to them, because i am insensitive. i feel that everything is so confusing because a person may look pissed but is not pissed, may look sad but is actually not sad, may seem to be in a bad mood, but is actually not in a bad mood. and again, i feel misunderstood because owing to this i feel that people actually become more pissed, sad and plunge into worst mood.
fifthly, because of my above average results. sometimes after a examination or test, i will make a couple of careless mistakes plus some don't-know-how-to-do questions. and almost naturally after the examination or test i would moan a bit that i thought i going to do badly or fail (like during biology practical last year, which i have the entire experiment mixed up because i identify the colours and everything wrongly). but then somehow miraculously i always seemed to top the class or do super goodly in those tests and examinations that i wasn't confident in. when mr chow said that "the highest was yichun..." i was terribly shocked. i wasn't acting and i wasn't exaggerating. i was really shocked. i thought some of my classmates were angry/pissed with me because they thought that i was being very unbearable and hypocritical. my friend said that i pressurized them. however, i felt even more stressed out when i get above average results because i didn't know how to face my friends. in fact, i feel that getting high results will only result in a moment of shocking happiness but end up in long stressful periods of how to deal with the high result.
sixthly, i feel terribly misunderstood because my friend commented that i was always lying to them when i said that i was playing the computer or sleeping when they called me. BUT I REALLY WASN'T LYING and there is no reason for me to do so. please believe me!!!
i feel momentarily very sad now and at a "down" portion of life's rollarcoaster ride, and i think i am really sad now because i am not talking as much as i would usually do.
and because of problems similar to these, i thought i cried during english lesson last friday and even as i was typing this. apparently i wasn't crying but then when i went and touched my eyes, the watery feeling confirmed that i had cried and this is bad because i tried hard to not cry since secondary 2 because i don't want to be a crybaby and it is very embarrasing to do so. but this goal is still not achieved. =(
i feel that i am the most kiasu, most insensitive, most irritating dwarf on earth.
but then i didn't know how to be not kiasu, not sensitive and not irritating.
nevertheless, i shall try to change if i can.
(disclaimer: didn't know why i managed to type such a terribly long sad entry, please read the bottom entry instead.)
first of all, i feel terrible because i called liyuan KS (kiasu) last year, because he kept doing homework in class WHOLE DAY. and i had commited a grave mistake because not long after that almost the entire class starting to call him KS.
secondly, i feel terrible because i called qiuju KS (kiasu). please don't take it to heart, i only meant it as a casual remark because she also do homework like (almost) whole day.
i feel that it was terribly horrendously evil and bad of me to call them that, because the correct word should be diligent, not kiasu. and i feel that i am the most kiasu person on earth because i say that they are kiasu, which implies that i am not happy with them being so diligent and i wanted to compete with them in diligent-ness and so i call them kiasu, but the real kiasu person is myself.
thirdly, for being very insensitive. most of the time i will SAY IT ALL I WANT, in fact since primary school i have always been like that. i remember in secondary two when we got back science results, i asked one of my classmate, peckyan, what marks she had gotten. she said that she didn't want to divulge. then i said "aiyah, never mind lah...low or high no matter what JUST say..." it was such a unintentionally hurtful sentence i think she cried and kind of hate me after that. actually i have had no evil intentions at all. i am just trying to pacify her not to see marks so highly and no matter whether it is low or high, it does not matter a lot. however, i feel that i am partly insentive and caused me to be misunderstood.
fourthly, because i knew that i am quite insensitive, i didn't know whether i should talk to a person or not in order for me not to be misunderstood. that is when i started asking people whether they are pissed, sad or in a bad mood. after which i will refrain talking to them, because i am insensitive. i feel that everything is so confusing because a person may look pissed but is not pissed, may look sad but is actually not sad, may seem to be in a bad mood, but is actually not in a bad mood. and again, i feel misunderstood because owing to this i feel that people actually become more pissed, sad and plunge into worst mood.
fifthly, because of my above average results. sometimes after a examination or test, i will make a couple of careless mistakes plus some don't-know-how-to-do questions. and almost naturally after the examination or test i would moan a bit that i thought i going to do badly or fail (like during biology practical last year, which i have the entire experiment mixed up because i identify the colours and everything wrongly). but then somehow miraculously i always seemed to top the class or do super goodly in those tests and examinations that i wasn't confident in. when mr chow said that "the highest was yichun..." i was terribly shocked. i wasn't acting and i wasn't exaggerating. i was really shocked. i thought some of my classmates were angry/pissed with me because they thought that i was being very unbearable and hypocritical. my friend said that i pressurized them. however, i felt even more stressed out when i get above average results because i didn't know how to face my friends. in fact, i feel that getting high results will only result in a moment of shocking happiness but end up in long stressful periods of how to deal with the high result.
sixthly, i feel terribly misunderstood because my friend commented that i was always lying to them when i said that i was playing the computer or sleeping when they called me. BUT I REALLY WASN'T LYING and there is no reason for me to do so. please believe me!!!
i feel momentarily very sad now and at a "down" portion of life's rollarcoaster ride, and i think i am really sad now because i am not talking as much as i would usually do.
and because of problems similar to these, i thought i cried during english lesson last friday and even as i was typing this. apparently i wasn't crying but then when i went and touched my eyes, the watery feeling confirmed that i had cried and this is bad because i tried hard to not cry since secondary 2 because i don't want to be a crybaby and it is very embarrasing to do so. but this goal is still not achieved. =(
i feel that i am the most kiasu, most insensitive, most irritating dwarf on earth.
but then i didn't know how to be not kiasu, not sensitive and not irritating.
nevertheless, i shall try to change if i can.
(disclaimer: didn't know why i managed to type such a terribly long sad entry, please read the bottom entry instead.)
Friday, February 25, 2005
How I Tried To Eat Faster But Failed
Monday - The Orange-Plate Rice Stall
i know the stall name sounds weird, but i don't know what that stall is called but i think it is called "rice" but there are two "rice" stalls in rv's canteen so i think "The Orange-Plate Rice Stall" will be a better name and i am sure all rvians will know which stall i am refering too. normally i will buy rice with dishes, i mean duh that is the thing that stall sell. and usually once the aunty / uncle scoop the rice, i will say "wo yao shao yi xie fan" and they will scoop some rice back, just in case i could not finish. but nowadays i refrain from using that obsolete sentence unless REALLY neccessary as in on wednesday.
bought the rice on monday with some of my classmate, was second in the queue, but qingsheng allowed me to cut in front of him and i became the first in my class to buy the food. however, i was the only one left eating AS USUAL when everyone ate finish and started going off to buy drinks.
First to buy, last to finish.
Tuesday - The Purple Bowl Noodles Stall
same thing here. our school has two stalls called "noodles" and i shall call THAT particular noodles stall "The Purple Bowl Noodles Stall" and i think all rvians will know which stall i am refering to also. queue up to buy horfan which is a REALLY REALLY REALLY long process because people keep cutting queue.
one girl in particular was queueing behind me and SUDDENLY as if she had teleported or seomthing she was a few places in front of me in the queue. AMAZING.
Last 4A boy left eating in the canteen.
Wednesday - The Orange-Plate Rice Stall
rush like a mad dog to the canteen during break because every wednesday is "mass-break-day" when all the sec4s will have their break together. rushed there to be greeted by LONG queues in front of every stall. in the end decided to join the orange-plate rice stall queue and checked thoroughly to prevent parallex error and to make sure that i had queued up for the RIGHT stall.
used THAT obsolete sentence due to the limited break time left.
ate with huimin, darren and darius. if i am not wrong, i think i was the last to finish, AS USUAL :(.
Thursday - The Purple Bowl Noodles Stall
forgot what happened then. but i thought i was one of the last few to leave the canteen again, though i was the first to get my food.
First to buy, last to finish.
Friday - The Purple Bowl Noodles Stall
was queuing up for the noodles stall for my all time favourite fish-slices soup when i met that cut-queue-girl again. this time i was in front of her and when she was about to order from the aunty i told the aunty that i was in front of her. then the aunty quickly turned to ask me what i wanted to order. i heard her said some really bad words: "f*** stop cutting queue lah"
the pot calling the kettle black i shall say.
anyway, my goal for next week is: First / Last to buy, BUT middle to finish.
and i have some brilliant plans as to how i can achieve that goal. =PpP
i know the stall name sounds weird, but i don't know what that stall is called but i think it is called "rice" but there are two "rice" stalls in rv's canteen so i think "The Orange-Plate Rice Stall" will be a better name and i am sure all rvians will know which stall i am refering too. normally i will buy rice with dishes, i mean duh that is the thing that stall sell. and usually once the aunty / uncle scoop the rice, i will say "wo yao shao yi xie fan" and they will scoop some rice back, just in case i could not finish. but nowadays i refrain from using that obsolete sentence unless REALLY neccessary as in on wednesday.
bought the rice on monday with some of my classmate, was second in the queue, but qingsheng allowed me to cut in front of him and i became the first in my class to buy the food. however, i was the only one left eating AS USUAL when everyone ate finish and started going off to buy drinks.
First to buy, last to finish.
Tuesday - The Purple Bowl Noodles Stall
same thing here. our school has two stalls called "noodles" and i shall call THAT particular noodles stall "The Purple Bowl Noodles Stall" and i think all rvians will know which stall i am refering to also. queue up to buy horfan which is a REALLY REALLY REALLY long process because people keep cutting queue.
one girl in particular was queueing behind me and SUDDENLY as if she had teleported or seomthing she was a few places in front of me in the queue. AMAZING.
Last 4A boy left eating in the canteen.
Wednesday - The Orange-Plate Rice Stall
rush like a mad dog to the canteen during break because every wednesday is "mass-break-day" when all the sec4s will have their break together. rushed there to be greeted by LONG queues in front of every stall. in the end decided to join the orange-plate rice stall queue and checked thoroughly to prevent parallex error and to make sure that i had queued up for the RIGHT stall.
used THAT obsolete sentence due to the limited break time left.
ate with huimin, darren and darius. if i am not wrong, i think i was the last to finish, AS USUAL :(.
Thursday - The Purple Bowl Noodles Stall
forgot what happened then. but i thought i was one of the last few to leave the canteen again, though i was the first to get my food.
First to buy, last to finish.
Friday - The Purple Bowl Noodles Stall
was queuing up for the noodles stall for my all time favourite fish-slices soup when i met that cut-queue-girl again. this time i was in front of her and when she was about to order from the aunty i told the aunty that i was in front of her. then the aunty quickly turned to ask me what i wanted to order. i heard her said some really bad words: "f*** stop cutting queue lah"
the pot calling the kettle black i shall say.
anyway, my goal for next week is: First / Last to buy, BUT middle to finish.
and i have some brilliant plans as to how i can achieve that goal. =PpP
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Magnetic Bed
yesterday i was spending the whole day trying to study physics. in the end, i only started MAGNET at about 9.00 pm and studied that chapter until about 11.00 pm. today it seems like more than 50 % of the test paper is on MAGNETS. which is great! because i feel MAGNETS is a relatively easy physics topic. i am ATTRACTED to MAGNETS!
anyway yesterday night while i was still thinking about myself living in a giant magnet (earth's magnetic field), i lied in bed and suddenly thought of one weird question i was really curious about since i was in secondary one.
everyday before i sleep, i have this habit of placing my pillow (now i am using a larger pillow, when i was in secondary three i am still using a relatively small one which i suspect is for some small child, but that does not matter very much because i only need to support my head and i don't toss and turn very much while sleeping) at the top portion of the bed and at the center (i estimate and make sure that it is in the middle) before spreading out my blanket like a picnic mat and placing my whole body into the blanket before sleeping.
while i was sleeping, i noticed that my feet are still within the area of the single bed and it is only about 10 cm away from the edge of the bed. that was when i wonder how do tall people sleep. i mean most of the secondary four students are all taller than me and they may have their legs tangling in the air while they sleep, such as aaron and darren etc. does it mean that they will have to curl up their body to prevent the legs from dangling like hotdogs?
nevertheless i have created that weird way of measuring my height. whenever i sleep i will feel for the edge of the bed. if only one day i can immediately touch the edge without having to "feel" for it...it means that i have grown taller.
anyway yesterday night while i was still thinking about myself living in a giant magnet (earth's magnetic field), i lied in bed and suddenly thought of one weird question i was really curious about since i was in secondary one.
everyday before i sleep, i have this habit of placing my pillow (now i am using a larger pillow, when i was in secondary three i am still using a relatively small one which i suspect is for some small child, but that does not matter very much because i only need to support my head and i don't toss and turn very much while sleeping) at the top portion of the bed and at the center (i estimate and make sure that it is in the middle) before spreading out my blanket like a picnic mat and placing my whole body into the blanket before sleeping.
while i was sleeping, i noticed that my feet are still within the area of the single bed and it is only about 10 cm away from the edge of the bed. that was when i wonder how do tall people sleep. i mean most of the secondary four students are all taller than me and they may have their legs tangling in the air while they sleep, such as aaron and darren etc. does it mean that they will have to curl up their body to prevent the legs from dangling like hotdogs?
nevertheless i have created that weird way of measuring my height. whenever i sleep i will feel for the edge of the bed. if only one day i can immediately touch the edge without having to "feel" for it...it means that i have grown taller.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
A Walk To Remember
bul·ly1 ( P ) (bl)n. pl. bul·lies
A person who is habitually cruel or overbearing, especially to smaller or weaker people.
just went to dicitonary.com to check the definition of the word "bully" because i thought i had been bullied, but on reading the definition i don't think that i was bullied anymore.
but anyway, i am always reluctant to walk home from choa chu kang mrt station everyday when i go home. therefore, i always take the 302 bus although it is only two stops.
the reason why i ALWAYS avoid walking home is because of a few rather terrifying incidents that made me feel uneasy. during the evenings and afternoons, there will be a lot of kranji secondary school students walking that exact same path i take to reach home. it is this long stretch of sheltered pathway, comprising of bridges, zebra-crossings and traffic-lights.
kranji secondary school is just opposite my block of flats. so it is like i am walking home BUT the kranji students are walking in gangs from the opposite direction. and so when we walked past each other, there will be this "face-to-face" situation.
and most of the time, there will be this bunch of rather crazy, ah-beng like, unkempt, rather disgusting malay kranji boys walking towards choa chu kang interchange together. and when they see me from afar i have this very very very uncomfortable and uneasy feeling becasue they seem to be looking at me like from the time when we are rather far apart till when we walked past each other. they looked like they are gonna punch me up and rob me or something. and when we walked past each other, they will passed some silly sarcastic remarks like "WAH!!! RI ah!" (which i really wonder why, because i don't think RV's school uniform has ANY resemblance to that of RI's AT ALL except maybe for the "R"). some of them will like purposely walk really close to me and look at me straight in my face.
i thought that such experiences are rather terrifying. it is very difficult to describe and i don't know how but still it is terrifying because i have the feeling that they will actually beat me up someday. so i decided to take the bus instead most of the time. moreover it is in the afternoon so i would not have any stomachache problems.
A person who is habitually cruel or overbearing, especially to smaller or weaker people.
just went to dicitonary.com to check the definition of the word "bully" because i thought i had been bullied, but on reading the definition i don't think that i was bullied anymore.
but anyway, i am always reluctant to walk home from choa chu kang mrt station everyday when i go home. therefore, i always take the 302 bus although it is only two stops.
the reason why i ALWAYS avoid walking home is because of a few rather terrifying incidents that made me feel uneasy. during the evenings and afternoons, there will be a lot of kranji secondary school students walking that exact same path i take to reach home. it is this long stretch of sheltered pathway, comprising of bridges, zebra-crossings and traffic-lights.
kranji secondary school is just opposite my block of flats. so it is like i am walking home BUT the kranji students are walking in gangs from the opposite direction. and so when we walked past each other, there will be this "face-to-face" situation.
and most of the time, there will be this bunch of rather crazy, ah-beng like, unkempt, rather disgusting malay kranji boys walking towards choa chu kang interchange together. and when they see me from afar i have this very very very uncomfortable and uneasy feeling becasue they seem to be looking at me like from the time when we are rather far apart till when we walked past each other. they looked like they are gonna punch me up and rob me or something. and when we walked past each other, they will passed some silly sarcastic remarks like "WAH!!! RI ah!" (which i really wonder why, because i don't think RV's school uniform has ANY resemblance to that of RI's AT ALL except maybe for the "R"). some of them will like purposely walk really close to me and look at me straight in my face.
i thought that such experiences are rather terrifying. it is very difficult to describe and i don't know how but still it is terrifying because i have the feeling that they will actually beat me up someday. so i decided to take the bus instead most of the time. moreover it is in the afternoon so i would not have any stomachache problems.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
visitng teachers' houses
have band at a freakingly early time of 7am today and i was five minutes late. haha, but i thought it was actually not a bad thing to begin band practice earlier because we can end the practice earlier. this is supposedly arranged so that we can go and bia nian. at first wanted to go visit my family clinic to burn that viral infection off my foot. in the end, decided to abandon the appointment and go to visit miss yew instead with some of my classmates, including weekiat, who is another band member.
arrived at miss yew's house and realised that her house is big, clean and well-furnished. okay, i mean this is expected. saw the others who had arrived ealier playing blackjack at the dinning table. i joined in BLINDLY because i didn't really know how to play blackjack. i JUST know must aim to hit 21 points. BUT i realised that MISS YEW ALSO DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY BLACKJACK. and her mother was like at the side teacher her how to play because she was the dealer. then her father THE DISCIPLINE MASTER of SOME SECONDARY SCHOOL was like walking in and out of the room looking pissed. he was obviously against us playing blackjack and gambling. he was really funny. the whole while i wasn't really concentrating on playing blackjack. I WAS LOOKING AT MISS YEW'S DAD all the time. he was like gesturing miss yew to stop playing blackjack. in the end we stopped because mrs kan called and we have to leave to go to her house. we took some pictures and left...of course with our ultimate purpose: getting angbao from miss yew's parents. i thought miss yew's dad is damn strict. okay i mean he MUST be strict, he is a discipline master duh. as we walked away from miss yew's block, i think her dad must be scolding her for gambling with us...poor miss yew. no wonder she looked so erm...guarded and restricted.
we reached the bus stop opposite beauty world and were supposed to wait for mrs kan to come us fetch us. then she sms-ed us "u all can go to any restaurant and wait for me first..." we were like blur. in the end after about half an hour she finally came and REALLY brought us to a restaurant to have lunch. we were like erm embarrased and keep telling her that we were feeling very full. in the end i think she spent like aobut 200 plus bucks to treat us. it was really a memorable lunch. i mean mrs kan is so motherly! she is so great, to think that we always "bully" her during english lesson by not paying attention and doing our own work.
after that we went to her house, which was a condominium. it was super classy, super nice, super breezy, super romantic, SUPER 3-in1 coffee opps i mean condominium. we went to her house and i played with her piano. me and songhua played and sang auld lyne syne and a remix verison of mary had a little lamb. LOL. i thought i was screaming. oh man. then her ONLY 21-yrs-old daughter returned with her husband. her daughter is VERY tanned. mrs kan said that she plays netball, softball, volleyball.......erm almost all the BALLS i think.
after that we took some photographs AGAIN and left. mrs kan is great! mrs kan rocks!
i decided not to imitate her crescendo voice
not to laugh about her above-waist-line pants dressing
not to laugh at her bird broche
not to imitate her lovely smile ANYMORE.
MRS KAN ROCKS!
arrived at miss yew's house and realised that her house is big, clean and well-furnished. okay, i mean this is expected. saw the others who had arrived ealier playing blackjack at the dinning table. i joined in BLINDLY because i didn't really know how to play blackjack. i JUST know must aim to hit 21 points. BUT i realised that MISS YEW ALSO DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY BLACKJACK. and her mother was like at the side teacher her how to play because she was the dealer. then her father THE DISCIPLINE MASTER of SOME SECONDARY SCHOOL was like walking in and out of the room looking pissed. he was obviously against us playing blackjack and gambling. he was really funny. the whole while i wasn't really concentrating on playing blackjack. I WAS LOOKING AT MISS YEW'S DAD all the time. he was like gesturing miss yew to stop playing blackjack. in the end we stopped because mrs kan called and we have to leave to go to her house. we took some pictures and left...of course with our ultimate purpose: getting angbao from miss yew's parents. i thought miss yew's dad is damn strict. okay i mean he MUST be strict, he is a discipline master duh. as we walked away from miss yew's block, i think her dad must be scolding her for gambling with us...poor miss yew. no wonder she looked so erm...guarded and restricted.
we reached the bus stop opposite beauty world and were supposed to wait for mrs kan to come us fetch us. then she sms-ed us "u all can go to any restaurant and wait for me first..." we were like blur. in the end after about half an hour she finally came and REALLY brought us to a restaurant to have lunch. we were like erm embarrased and keep telling her that we were feeling very full. in the end i think she spent like aobut 200 plus bucks to treat us. it was really a memorable lunch. i mean mrs kan is so motherly! she is so great, to think that we always "bully" her during english lesson by not paying attention and doing our own work.
after that we went to her house, which was a condominium. it was super classy, super nice, super breezy, super romantic, SUPER 3-in1 coffee opps i mean condominium. we went to her house and i played with her piano. me and songhua played and sang auld lyne syne and a remix verison of mary had a little lamb. LOL. i thought i was screaming. oh man. then her ONLY 21-yrs-old daughter returned with her husband. her daughter is VERY tanned. mrs kan said that she plays netball, softball, volleyball.......erm almost all the BALLS i think.
after that we took some photographs AGAIN and left. mrs kan is great! mrs kan rocks!
i decided not to imitate her crescendo voice
not to laugh about her above-waist-line pants dressing
not to laugh at her bird broche
not to imitate her lovely smile ANYMORE.
MRS KAN ROCKS!
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Chinese Chicken New Year!
firstly, happy lunar new year everyone!
okay i started the day by going to my grandma house. nothing much there actually. but i would always go there to drink at least two bowls of "qing tang". haha i like to drink "qing tang". maybe that's the reason why i am so "qing". i keep drinking a lot of water to fill my stomach. i drink like A LOT of plain water everyday. LOL. i think it is because the drink jar in my house got this quote written on it: "in the midst of the sahara, an oasis is a welcome relieve to any traveller". don't know why this is printed on the drink jar. it is not part of the brand name or seomthing. but i remembered my mother used to force me to drink a lot of plain water. and in order to give myself a thirsty sensation to drink plain water i would REALLY imagine myself being stranded in the sahara desert without any water to dirnk. miraculously enough i become "addicted" to plain water. i am serious. i think i drink TOO MUCH plain water everyday it is posing side effects on me like how drugs do. no wonder i eat so little. HALF my stomach is already bloated by plain water. i think my whole body is 99.9999...(recurring)% consisting of liquid. okay my chinese new year resolution: DON'T DRINK EXCESSIVE PLAIN WATER!
oh my, i think i am digressing a lot. okay after going to my grandmother house, i went to my mother's mother house, which is also grandmother's house, but i shall call it granmother2's house to avoid confusion. went there ate lunch and went around bai-nian-ing. hehe because all my cousins and aunties and uncles live at the SAME FLOOR in the SAME BLOCK. how cool was that. just go to my grandmother2's place could receive a lot of hongbaos. HAHA. after that went back to my grandmother2's house and started to play MAHJONG. haha i finally learned how to play yesterday. i think it is like maths. PROBABILITY. haha.
my auntie's "hongbao" is so funny! it is not a ordinary red packet AKA hongbao. it is a "present". LOL. using takashimaya wrapping paper, she wrapped the money like a gift and gave them to us. because her mother-in-law just passed away and she could not give hongbaos. so she gave us "presents" instead. which if you examine CLOSELY is actually a "revised and edited" hongbao. okay "high-class" hongbao. i thought my aunt was really creative, maybe next time wrapping money as gifts will be "THE NEXT BIG THING".
talking about creative, i think my grandmother2 is super creative. the lock of her house's toilet spoiled. in the end guess what she did. SHE MODIFY A WIRE HANGER INTO A D.I.Y LOCK. she un-twist a wire hook and reshaped it to fasten the door together. it's like a "removable" lock. at first i didn't know how to use it, and had to ask my grandmother2 to demostrate how to use that new gadget. :P
enough said, i feel like drinking plain water now. AH HELP ME!
okay i started the day by going to my grandma house. nothing much there actually. but i would always go there to drink at least two bowls of "qing tang". haha i like to drink "qing tang". maybe that's the reason why i am so "qing". i keep drinking a lot of water to fill my stomach. i drink like A LOT of plain water everyday. LOL. i think it is because the drink jar in my house got this quote written on it: "in the midst of the sahara, an oasis is a welcome relieve to any traveller". don't know why this is printed on the drink jar. it is not part of the brand name or seomthing. but i remembered my mother used to force me to drink a lot of plain water. and in order to give myself a thirsty sensation to drink plain water i would REALLY imagine myself being stranded in the sahara desert without any water to dirnk. miraculously enough i become "addicted" to plain water. i am serious. i think i drink TOO MUCH plain water everyday it is posing side effects on me like how drugs do. no wonder i eat so little. HALF my stomach is already bloated by plain water. i think my whole body is 99.9999...(recurring)% consisting of liquid. okay my chinese new year resolution: DON'T DRINK EXCESSIVE PLAIN WATER!
oh my, i think i am digressing a lot. okay after going to my grandmother house, i went to my mother's mother house, which is also grandmother's house, but i shall call it granmother2's house to avoid confusion. went there ate lunch and went around bai-nian-ing. hehe because all my cousins and aunties and uncles live at the SAME FLOOR in the SAME BLOCK. how cool was that. just go to my grandmother2's place could receive a lot of hongbaos. HAHA. after that went back to my grandmother2's house and started to play MAHJONG. haha i finally learned how to play yesterday. i think it is like maths. PROBABILITY. haha.
my auntie's "hongbao" is so funny! it is not a ordinary red packet AKA hongbao. it is a "present". LOL. using takashimaya wrapping paper, she wrapped the money like a gift and gave them to us. because her mother-in-law just passed away and she could not give hongbaos. so she gave us "presents" instead. which if you examine CLOSELY is actually a "revised and edited" hongbao. okay "high-class" hongbao. i thought my aunt was really creative, maybe next time wrapping money as gifts will be "THE NEXT BIG THING".
talking about creative, i think my grandmother2 is super creative. the lock of her house's toilet spoiled. in the end guess what she did. SHE MODIFY A WIRE HANGER INTO A D.I.Y LOCK. she un-twist a wire hook and reshaped it to fasten the door together. it's like a "removable" lock. at first i didn't know how to use it, and had to ask my grandmother2 to demostrate how to use that new gadget. :P
enough said, i feel like drinking plain water now. AH HELP ME!
Saturday, February 05, 2005
MRT (Mice Related Transport)
i have a really bad dream last night. I think I did too much last minute homework the night before until I went bonkers and have that really scary nightmare. as usual, I was rushing my homework that is due TODAY. and I slept at about 12.30 am last night. for me, that was really quite late. drifting off to dreamland... out of a sudden I was surrounded by a pool of RATS. surrounding my bed were rats, rats AND MORE rats. I was utterly petrified. I screamed, but to no avail. in the end for SOME STRANGE REASON I own a machine gun, and I took it out from my cupboard. I rushed out of my house and begin aiming and shooting at the rats. and suddenly I saw a shadow rushing across and AH! I realised I shot my neighbour accidentally. I killed my neighbour and I was braking out in cold sweat... THAT WAS WHEN I WOKE UP. it was really scary.
in the end I managed to shake off that scary thought and return to sleep. I AM NOT A MURDERER!
nevertheless, "YICHUN THE MURDERER! YICHUN THE MURDERER!" keep repeating over and over in my head. it is so frustrating yet scary at the same time. and i REALISED that this actually links back to my previous entry "the rat issue".
i must have been punished for killing that rat.
luckily i am back to my usual self now. PS: I AM NOT A MURDERER!
MRT
i wanted to blog about this since a long time ago, but my old blog on eblog was not working at that time. (by the way, eblog provide lousy quality service! don't ever have a blog on eblog)
due to the fact that our holding school has shifted to commonwealth, i have been taking the MRT more often, which is great, because i hate taking public buses.
don't know why, i have the feeling of having a stomachache everytime i take bus 51 in the mornings when rv was back in the good old times near the beautiful pandan reservoir. and i wanted so much to shit each time i was taking a public bus to school in the morning, and i have to practise some meditation methods to control the shit from oozing out. some friends who take the public bus to school with me from jurong east interchange last time should know now why i surprisingly seldom talk when i was on the bus in the mornings. owing to that, i have severe TAKING-PUBLIC-BUS-IN-THE-MORNING phoebia. :(
but now...WOOHOO!
no more public bus, only MRT.
and i realised a lot more about MRT this year after spending more time on it.
DON'T EVER SIT NEAR THE GLASS PANEL
yea, this is really true. i used to sit near the glass panel always, but now i would try to avoid sitting there as much as possible. don't worry it is not because there will be mice there, BUT the transparent glass panel is SIMPLY too disturbing. many of us tend to lean our heads on the glass panel when we sit at that special place. and the bad thing was it will create a really silly appearance of yourself. because most of the time there will be another person leaning on the glass panel on the other side. and one day i realised that the person sitting and leaning his head on the glass panel actually looks like he is KISSING the butt of the person leaning and standing on the other side. it is quite a gross sight. i can't imagine what if one day i was really tired and i sit on that glass panel seat and "kiss" another person's butt. and what if THAT person farts? won't the air let out cause slight vibrations and a POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT sound will be heard when i place my ears on the glass panel. NO WAY! i am going to avoid sitting there in the future.
THE GOSSIP GANG
there will be these two groups of gossip gang girls on the mrt i meet every morning. one is from cresent girls and the other don't know from what school but they are wearing light blue pinafore. anyway, THEY TALKED NON-STOP every morning from where i board the train at jurong east, all the way to commonwealth, where i alight.
and they were DAMN LOUD.
everyday, i entertained myself on the MRT by listening to their gossips. quite interesting actually.
their topics ranges from teachers, friends, TV...all the way to BEER.
and sometimes they were quite funny.
don't believe board the 6.30 - 6.40 train from jurong east.
and if you are lucky, you may be able to meet one of the gossip gangs or even BOTH of them and be entertained! :)
SHAOWEN
i saw shaowen on the mrt almost every morning too. this is because i always board the train nearest to the front cabin and he is always there. i talked to him on msn messenger before, but i don't really know him. so i wanted to say hi to him, but i was very scared. then one day i was walking very near behind him, and i have the GREAT urge to greet him. however, i do not have the courage to do so, and in the end i pretend to look up into the sky. and he said "hello" to me. i was terribly guilty for being afraid of him. but why was i afraid of him? i don't know, but he look scary and not scary at all at the same time.
we do live in a confusing world, don’t you agree?
in the end I managed to shake off that scary thought and return to sleep. I AM NOT A MURDERER!
nevertheless, "YICHUN THE MURDERER! YICHUN THE MURDERER!" keep repeating over and over in my head. it is so frustrating yet scary at the same time. and i REALISED that this actually links back to my previous entry "the rat issue".
i must have been punished for killing that rat.
luckily i am back to my usual self now. PS: I AM NOT A MURDERER!
MRT
i wanted to blog about this since a long time ago, but my old blog on eblog was not working at that time. (by the way, eblog provide lousy quality service! don't ever have a blog on eblog)
due to the fact that our holding school has shifted to commonwealth, i have been taking the MRT more often, which is great, because i hate taking public buses.
don't know why, i have the feeling of having a stomachache everytime i take bus 51 in the mornings when rv was back in the good old times near the beautiful pandan reservoir. and i wanted so much to shit each time i was taking a public bus to school in the morning, and i have to practise some meditation methods to control the shit from oozing out. some friends who take the public bus to school with me from jurong east interchange last time should know now why i surprisingly seldom talk when i was on the bus in the mornings. owing to that, i have severe TAKING-PUBLIC-BUS-IN-THE-MORNING phoebia. :(
but now...WOOHOO!
no more public bus, only MRT.
and i realised a lot more about MRT this year after spending more time on it.
DON'T EVER SIT NEAR THE GLASS PANEL
yea, this is really true. i used to sit near the glass panel always, but now i would try to avoid sitting there as much as possible. don't worry it is not because there will be mice there, BUT the transparent glass panel is SIMPLY too disturbing. many of us tend to lean our heads on the glass panel when we sit at that special place. and the bad thing was it will create a really silly appearance of yourself. because most of the time there will be another person leaning on the glass panel on the other side. and one day i realised that the person sitting and leaning his head on the glass panel actually looks like he is KISSING the butt of the person leaning and standing on the other side. it is quite a gross sight. i can't imagine what if one day i was really tired and i sit on that glass panel seat and "kiss" another person's butt. and what if THAT person farts? won't the air let out cause slight vibrations and a POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT sound will be heard when i place my ears on the glass panel. NO WAY! i am going to avoid sitting there in the future.
THE GOSSIP GANG
there will be these two groups of gossip gang girls on the mrt i meet every morning. one is from cresent girls and the other don't know from what school but they are wearing light blue pinafore. anyway, THEY TALKED NON-STOP every morning from where i board the train at jurong east, all the way to commonwealth, where i alight.
and they were DAMN LOUD.
everyday, i entertained myself on the MRT by listening to their gossips. quite interesting actually.
their topics ranges from teachers, friends, TV...all the way to BEER.
and sometimes they were quite funny.
don't believe board the 6.30 - 6.40 train from jurong east.
and if you are lucky, you may be able to meet one of the gossip gangs or even BOTH of them and be entertained! :)
SHAOWEN
i saw shaowen on the mrt almost every morning too. this is because i always board the train nearest to the front cabin and he is always there. i talked to him on msn messenger before, but i don't really know him. so i wanted to say hi to him, but i was very scared. then one day i was walking very near behind him, and i have the GREAT urge to greet him. however, i do not have the courage to do so, and in the end i pretend to look up into the sky. and he said "hello" to me. i was terribly guilty for being afraid of him. but why was i afraid of him? i don't know, but he look scary and not scary at all at the same time.
we do live in a confusing world, don’t you agree?
=(
I want this blogspot blog to have the exact same layout as my eblog blog.
However, after spending 5 hours on it, I still cannot convert those eblog blog layout html codes that i saved last time and convert into the blogspot version.
I JUST WANT MY BLOG TO FUNCTION PROPERLY!
but i don't know how, blogspot is so difficult to use.
=(
However, after spending 5 hours on it, I still cannot convert those eblog blog layout html codes that i saved last time and convert into the blogspot version.
I JUST WANT MY BLOG TO FUNCTION PROPERLY!
but i don't know how, blogspot is so difficult to use.
=(
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